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Ghost Town by Vickey Burns

Posted in Vickey Burns with tags , , on January 22, 2012 by Scot

Subdivision foreclosed by the National Bank
gutted skeletons of tract homes
transparent glass boarded by plywood
overgrown lawn choked by dandelions and wild onions
bags of garbage and abandoned personal property
asphalt pavement broken by intrusion of weeds
vandals produce art on vacant exteriors
concrete barricades block entrance
private security sleeps at gate house
betting that intruders won’t interrupt his slumber
swimming pool empty and playground in pieces
the bank lists all as toxic assets off book
passerby asks, “where did the people go?”

Occupy by Paul Bach

Posted in Paul Bach with tags , , on December 27, 2011 by Scot

From a voice
for decades
is the only answer,
I’m with you

Calmer heads prevail
peaceful gatherings
coast to coast
and rising
nation to nation,
I’m with you

From miles and continents away
yet by your
I’m with you

Ninety-nine is more
than one
and always will be

With a Guy Fawkes mask
in one hand,
I’m with you

With the shade of Thoreau
and a copy of “On Civil Disobedience”
in the other,
I’m with you

“Letter from Birmingham Jail”
MLK, join hands
I’m with you

Readings on site
all over the country
of Ginsberg’s “America”
resurrect his spirit,
I’m with you

The creaking of branches
a low rumble is heard
exhaling through the leaves
the voice of Whitman
echoes off the buildings
the trees, the hills
I’m with you

I’m with you.

Occupying Sherman Street by Sissy Buckles

Posted in Sissy Buckles with tags , , on December 16, 2011 by Scot

So there’s two more guys living in their cars right on Sherman Street that leads to my work I saw one this morning in his late model truck cab-over,sitting upright in the driver’s seat squirming in restless sleep, uncomfortable in the hot sun at 9:00AM; the other living in a shitty older van but still, his own shelter from the storm newspaper covering windows in back he even sweeps the sidewalk where the double doors open up, along with five or more RV’s that live right on Sherman Street, rotating curb space every 48 hours so the cops don’t bust them, and keep close to the storage center next door to my gov job in the warehouse district, containing all their worldly goods…and this is Point Loma, home to Nazarene University, theologians and debutantes,and military facilities SPAWAR the top retired Admirals and Colonel’s and their lush seaside homes wide streets flanked with palm trees and our old hippie haven Ocean Beach, once called the 3rd Haight at the end of the pier, dog beach and smokeshop The Black where I still buy my incense you can smell the sapphire ocean on days with an off-shore breeze…

and I drive down to sit by the sand for lunch to calm my restless mind and pass the homeless in groups or alone on every street corner and intersection stained hands held out in a timeless way but with handmade signs – “I served our Country – Please help”  “Will work for Food” “I have nothing, anything helps” and these  days of recession family and friends losing their jobs/homes, so I try to heed the dire warnings of the money experts on TV,swallowing down panic, and save/pay down the credit and just use my debit card for stuff I need but still, carry some quarters a little extra weight in my pockets to remind me.

Vacate the System by Charles Plymell

Posted in charles plymell with tags , , , on December 15, 2011 by Scot

“Satellite measurements have proven that artificial energies from power lines are similarly amplified high above the earth, a phenomenon known as power-line harmonic resonance….’this amplified energy interacts with particles from the Van Allen belts…producing a fallout of charged particles…”

“In 1983 , measurements from Ariel 3 and 4 weather satellites showed that enormous amounts of PHLR over North America had created a permanent duct from the magnetosphere, down into the upper air, resulting in a continuous release of ions and energy over the whole continent.”

“Since the mid 1970’s there has been a dramatic increase in flooding, drought, and attendant hardships due to the inconsistent, anomalous weather patterns. It appears likely hat these have been caused in part by electro and perhaps whether deliberately or not….seems feasible to introduce catastrophic climate change over a target country, and even without such weather warfare,continued expansion of the electrical power system threatens the viability of all life on earth.”

“In addition, if Teilhard de Chardin’s noosphere exists, our artificial fields must mask it many times over, literally disconnecting us from life’s collective wisdom. This is not to ignore the plain fact of evil. but here must be some other reason why today’s power elite are so willing to bring the whole world to the brink of so many kinds of destruction. Maybe they literally can’t hear the earth anymore.”
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Three Poems of Protest by Michael Grover

Posted in Michael Grover with tags , , on December 14, 2011 by Scot

Occupy My Head

I live in my own land
Sovereign from america & it’s nightmare dreams
I live in my own land
I’ll make the rules & enforce the law around here
I live in my own land
I am an ex patriot
I live in my own land
A beautiful World where there is music & psychedelic bliss
I live in my own land
Where Poetry matters
I live in my own head
Where Poetry won over the bars or TV again tonight
I live in my own head
I occupy it
Occupy my head
Tell me how I should think
Occupy my head
Tell me how I should feel
Occupy my head
Entertain me
Occupy my head
Tell me I’m depressed
Occupy my head
Give me some drugs
Occupy my head
Tell me I’ll stand & salute their flag & troops
Occupy my head
Genuflect to their god
Occupy my head
Just because they shove them down my throat


Note For The One Percent

With the Earth changing so quickly
What shall we call it
Some corporate name of the highest bidder
Or something more respectable
Like The Planet Earth
Maybe the void that life’s become
Tell me it has not become this meaningless

We can take it back
Straight from the jaws
Of the one percent
Dripping with blood
Our own blood
Our collective blood

You are feeding on us
I’m not saying anything
That you don’t already know
If I were really there
Telling you this
You vague shapeless person
You would call security


Coltrane Blowin’ In The Night

This room seems so peaceful
so chaotic

As outside in the streets
Boys are shooting boys
Carrying out a
Self fulfilling prophesy of genocide
As outside international turf wars play out
Just to prove
Who’s country has the biggest dick
& we are living in an illusion

As outside ego masturbation
Is better than hard work
It must be hard work to be them

As outside where cyber realities of illusion
Because it’s better than the real one

As inside this room is it’s own reality
As Coltrane blowin’ in the night


Posted in Steve Gulvezan with tags , , on December 9, 2011 by Scot

All the young stallions
The 99 percent
Champing at the bit
Waiting for their whiff
Of history

Revolution in the air
Whispering in their ears

“You’re entitled, mister,
Pick up that flower—
Put a daisy in the hand
Of your neighborhood butcher”

Buffy Sainte Marie – No No Keshagesh

Posted in VIDEOS with tags , on December 4, 2011 by Scot


I never saw so many business suits
Never knew a dollar sign could look so cute
Never knew a junkie with a money jones
Who’s buying Park Place? Who’s buying Boardwalk?

These old men they make their dirty deals
Go in the back room and see what they can steal
Talk about your beautiful for spacious skies
It’s about uranium. It’s about the water rights

Got Mother Nature on a luncheon plate
They carve her up and call it real estate
Want all the resources and all of the land
They make a war over it; they blow things up for it

The reservation out at Poverty Row
The cookin’s cookin and the lights are low
Somebody tryin to save our Mother Earth I’m gonna
Help em to Save it and Sing it and Pray it singin

No No Keshagesh you can’t do that no more.

Ol Columbus he was lookin good
When he got lost in our neighborhood
Garden of Eden right before his eyes
Now it’s all spyware Now it’s all income tax

Ol Brother Midas lookin hungry today
What he can’t buy he’ll get some other way
Send in the troopers if the Natives resist
Same old story, boys; that’s how ya do it , boys

Look at these people Lord they’re on a roll
Got to have it all; gotta have complete control
Want all the resources and all of the land
They break the law over it; blow things up for it

While all our champions are off in the war
Their final rippoff here at home is on
Mister Greed I think your time has come I’m gonna
Sing it and Say it and Live it and Pray it singin

No No Keshagesh you can’t do that no more.

Revolutions by Cassandra Dallett

Posted in Cassandra Dallett with tags , , , on November 30, 2011 by Scot

They just completed the French
then Haitian, moving on to the Industrial.
But isn’t that a different kind of revolution?
I think as I drive the plastic rental car.
And didn’t they finish with Haiti kinda fast?
I wonder if that Craigslist boy
was named after Toussaint L’Overture.
I’d wanted to ask him if his parents were revolutionaries,
if he was white and black or Latino,
But I knew he didn’t want to talk about
a single thing from our real lives
only the fucking we did hurriedly
in his girlfriend’s bed
the fantasy that I would come to his job at the Hot Tub Shop
fuck him on his desk.
I liked the idea
but would never make it.
In fact I thought,
wouldn’t be back to his twenty something
messy  new appliance filled apartment.
They were young enough to always be out of toilet paper
but have piles of  flat irons makeup and high heels.
He wore his weed like cologne.
I was afraid if I went back I would fall
for their dogs Cali and d Boo
Cali was an older version of my beloved mini pit
she whined at the door when we fucked
Boo was a retarded looking white haired chihuahua
I also had a little soft spot for
I smiled over at my son.
Wished I had studied anybody’s revolution
in school other than the Boston Tea party shit
A revolution I could relate to
wished us fat Americans had the hungry guts
of the Indians the farmers
the people
of Ecuador
who chased  the notion of privatized Bechtel water
right out their door
blockaded every street
with wood and couches burning tires anything
shut the whole shit down
not this- maybe I’ll stop by occupy after work
after I go to the dentist, after I get my rocks off

kind of shit I do
not this  sign the petition on Facebook revolution.
I hold all this in
smile at my son.
Glad someone is teaching him
as magnificent as the Haitian revolution
and that what he had taken away from it
was not to burn your sugar and pineapple fields
you might need them some day.
Nobody in my white high school ever mentioned Haiti.
Not in my black high school